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He nodded against her shoulder, his body wrecked as badly as hers.

Summer wrapped her arms and legs around him, muffling her sudden happy laugh in his business suit. She hoped it took him a long time to get his strength back because this moment was perfect, and she didn’t want it to end.

Chapter 31

Ramiro’s arms tightened around Summer from behind. She made a huffing snort of complaint that tilted his lips up in a smile. Summer never complained when she was awake, but her sleep self was more honest. He nuzzled against her, telling himself he should let her sleep. It was still the middle of the night.

Over the last few weeks, he’d often been inside her before she even woke up. He enjoyed falling asleep while connected that way. Making her come before she was awake had become an addiction, especially since the morning sickness had finally faded completely.

His hands slid over her breasts and lower, intent on making her wet enough to take him, but as he passed over her stomach, his breath caught. He shifted his hand over it again, delighted by the small bump there. Her daughter—theblood work had confirmed the gender—was the size of a peach this week, a sweet peach that was making her presence known.

He turned Summer onto her back, dragging the sheet off her to see her body better. How could he have missed that adorable raised flesh? It was subtle, but it was definitely there.

Ramiro shifted down the bed, rolling over her legs and trapping them as he nuzzled at her stomach, kissing right over the bump.

“Ram?” Summer murmured, her hand sifting through his hair.

She didn’t sound nervous or scared at all, even though he was half on top of her. This past week especially, she’d begun enjoying having him above her. On the couch the other day, he’d rested his head lightly on her stomach as they’d watched TV. He’d also bent over her for a kiss while she was reading. Summer no longer tensed against him, even when surprised. Instead, she gave him the sweetest shy smile every time he got close.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a baby bump?” he asked, pressing his lips there again.

Summer’s breath caught, her hand tightening in his hair. “It made me feel weird.”

Ramiro moved his hand over the bump, stroking her soft skin. “There’s nothing weird about your body changing like this.” He kissed there one more time before crawling up her body, careful to keep his weight off her with his arms. His mouth found hers, the brush of lips gentle but everything hewanted. “I’m surprised how sexy I find it,” he murmured against her lips.

“Sexy?” She gasped when he nudged her thigh with his growing erection. “You don’t like babies.”

“I love you,” Ramiro told her. She got quiet the way she did whenever he said it, as if she was processing it all over again. He even loved that about her and had begun telling her often just to see her react to the words. “I’m excited about anything that happens to you.” He slid his erection between her thighs, hissing at how good even that felt. “Do you think you’re ready to take me like this?” he asked, nudging her legs until they parted to give him more room. “I want to feel the bump against my stomach while I fuck you.”

She let out that sexy whimper of hers as he settled more firmly between her legs, her face fitting tightly against his neck.

Ramiro waited, keeping his weight from crushing her as he let her cradle him. Summer wasn’t tensing up. No, her arms wrapped around his back, and her mouth was wet and hot against his neck, sucking on his skin.

He rocked against her slit. It wasn’t wet enough, not yet. He wanted to see if he could get her soaked just by rocking against her.

They hadn’t had sex in the missionary position yet. Was she really ready?

The way she widened her legs and arched into him sent shivers down his spine. He was completely enveloping her body. And her sweet, soft stomach was flush with his.

“I’ll start lotioning your skin,” Ramiro murmured, lost in the sensation of her under him. He’d read that applying lotion to a pregnant belly helped with stretch marks, and really, he just wanted his hands all over her there. He didn’t want to miss any future changes.

She nipped his neck at the offer, and his cock grew harder with the slight pain. He angled up, sliding along her dampening slit and up to hit her clit. She cried out, the sound muffled against him. Her legs wrapped around to his back, and he slid against her even better.

She gasped into his skin, and he hummed. She was already getting wetter. Summer was so damn sensitive it made his head spin.

“Y-you don’t have to lotion me.” They rubbed together, skin touching skin. Her fingers dug into his back. “I can do it.”

“I want to.” He nudged her clit with his erection, making her cry out. “Now rub that sexy belly against me. Let me feel it.” His body shook when she did. Just rocking against her was no longer enough. Her moans told him it wasn’t enough for her, either.

Ramiro leaned his weight on one arm so the other hand could fit between them. He dragged his fingers along her slit, using her wetness on her clit to stroke her, firm and slow.

She arched into him, almost dislodging his fingers, but he kept up the motion that she loved, already feeling a fluttering under his fingers. He notched his cock against her soon soaked slit, but kept rubbing, needing her to come.

“You’re so perfect, baby girl. Let go.” He rocked the head of his cock forward, loving the way she whimpered against his neck. “Come for me. Come for me, and I’ll let you have all of me.”

Summer’s ankles locked behind his ass, and she tried to lift her body, tried to take all of him on her own.

Ramiro let out a strained laugh as he pressed her down with his hand, his fingers speeding up their strokes. “Not yet. I can’t wait to be inside you, but you have to be fucking dripping first. Once you come, I’ll push inside. I’ll let you squeeze my cock so hard.”

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